Love StinksWhen you are feeling sadLove Stinks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what's the sense in romantic songs?
Love is good, they say...
Did I learn it all wrong?
Heart is an attention whore,
love is a vanity game,
romantic stories are just lies -
Now cover your face, and hide the shame.
Forget the trifles and common sense,
remember this one thing:
No one cares about your feelings,
love is rotten and it stinks.
To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The savior I awaited
Lifted me up and triumphed
I prayed as much as I needed
Even when I was beyond drowning
I knew a kind soul would pay heed
Every mourning human deserves saving
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
You should date a guy who writesDate a guy who writes. Date a guy whose fingers are stained with ink, whose pockets are filled with pens, and whose eyes smile and dance with curiosity. Date a guy who notices things like the colour of your hair and the way you have your coffee, not because he has to, but just because it’s a habit of his to notice things. Date a guy who can barely get around a computer, but is expert with his word processor. It doesn’t matter; he prefers pen and paper anyway.You should date a guy who writes2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Find a guy who writes. You’ll find him just outside a library. He’ll like the idea of being outside, on the verge of a thousand worlds, a few steps away. He’ll love the idea of being outside, on the brink of one world, a few carefully placed letters away.
Or he will be inside a café. He doesn’t care whether it’s boutique or Gloria Jeans, moodily or well lit, though he likes it there especially when it’s raining. He will be the one with a notebook in one hand, pen in the other,
It's OkIt's ok to cryIt's Ok3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To break down in your room and sit there for hours
It's ok to scream,
To shout at absolutely nothing
It's ok to sleep for hours and hours
To not want to get out of bed in the morning
It's ok to think
To think of the "what if's"
It's ok to have opinions
To think differently
It's ok to be different
To stand out in a crowd
It's ok to not try
To not care about school or work
It's ok to be anti-social
To not talk to anyone and keep things to yourself
It's ok if you like to be alone
To shut out the world
It's ok if you don't know who you are yet
To be lost
But it's also ok to wipe away those tears
To change the shouting to laughing
To wake up with a smile on your face
To think optimistically
To fight for what you think
To be who you are
To try again
To be confident
To meet new people
To open your heart
To find yourself
But it's not ok to give up.
It's most definitely not ok to ever give up.
One last lullabySongOne last lullaby2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing me a song
Sing me a lullaby
I lay here in pain
Don't let me die without a
Remember our adventures
Remember our Memories
I lay here slowly fading
Don't forget me or our
Don't cry over me
I lay here my breath leaving
So let me go to sleep
Rather than cry
Sing to me
Sing me our lullaby
Sing to me
one last time...
sing to me?
AliveThey pointed and laughed at her,Alive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because she smiled between each second,
Because she laughed between each page,
Because she danced between each step.
They laughed, and they stared,
Because they didn’t understand
The jokes she heard in the birds’ songs,
She happiness she found in every note.
They didn’t hear the lullaby
That the wind sang with each breeze,
Or the stories the trees told
With every rustling leave.
The relief at having survived
Yet another night, another day.
The joy at being outside
Of the hospital’s gloomy walls.
They didn’t know the fear
And the sorrow she had suffered,
When her parents had prayed for her,
Prayed for what seemed impossible.
How could they understand?
The spoilt eye turns blind towards
The beauty of the daylight,
And the stillness of each night.
And yet she wondered how they could miss
The warmth within each heartbeat,
The joy between each breath,
The bliss of being alive.
Truly FreeIn this world as we know itTruly Free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No human will ever be free
Slavery is lessoned
But the past will forever haunt
Never free of bad memories
And still racism will haunt
Never will it end
Even in the façade of peace
We are not free
Judgment of others
Social standings and wealth
And being told what to do
Where to go
What to be
In our own homes
We're trapped from the start
The teachings and influence of those around us
Swaying our minds one way or another
Never will our thoughts be truly free
Imagine none of these restrictions
Are we yet free?
It still comes down to the basics of life
Our physical limitations
We cannot fly freely among the birds
Nor swim with the whales in the open sea
But say we could
We're still confined
The day the world ends
Will be the day
Humans are truly free.
EraserAnd I,Eraser2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my winded memories
gasping for breath and clarity,
stand unbeknownst to you
‘til you fade away
and my memories
are without oxygen.
ImaginaryIn the dead of winter I wait upon a lonely benchImaginary8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
sitting in the middle of a park frozen with snow
Huddled up I draw my eyes to the distance
where the city by the sun is set to a wonderous glow
The pastel colors of the sky make me think of love
and the way it creeps adoringly through the heart
but here I am as the day begins fresh and new
without another to help me push towards a good start
You with all your romanticism
Me with all my imagination
We'll go on through the day without a care
and nothing to stand in our way
With you pressing near me I feel so warm
and the winter's chilly wind can not faze me
I wish so desperately to be able to hold your hand
but when I glance down there's nothing to see
There's a time when I want to see your eyes
and to connect together like two kindred souls
Again, I am devastated by the emptiness next to me
It almost feels like in my heart there comes a hole
You with all your romanticism
Me with all my imagination
We'll go on through the day without a car
Love AgainLove AgainLove Again1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Every possible future will mimic the past
I've stayed awake-
Inside the eternal moments that I've created
And my immortal regret-
Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on theL.E.S.B.I.A.N.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Edge of life
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that
I'm UglyI know that I’m notI'm Ugly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that you know
That I know that I’m not
But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it
I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see
I need to hear it
Tell me that I’m beautiful
Words HurtWords HurtWords Hurt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hit me one more time
Hit me again
Push me around
On the floor
Down the stairs
It hurts less than your words
So kick me
Bruise my skin
But don’t call me names
It causes too much pain
I love you I really do
I’ll take the abuse
And be your punch bag
But please keep your words
My head can’t take it
My mind won’t survive
It destroys me.
PretendingI try my best to be happyPretending3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it doesn't always work
I try my best to smile
But inside I am hurt
If you ask me if I'm okay
I will say I am fine
Because I can't really explain
These feelings of mine
I try to hide it
And push it away
But it always comes back
It just wants to stay
I can't tell you
Because you're always sad
And knowing you know
Might just make me mad
If you knew how I hurt
And you knew of this lie
I feel it would cause
An early goodbye
So I pretend to be happy
Just to help you through
Because I just couldn't face it
If you really knew
I have no reason to be upset
It just takes over sometimes
But if I try to express it
It comes out as whines
But you won't understand
Because it's not about you
And I don't think there's anything
That anyone can do
So you won't find out
And I'll keep pretending
And keep hoping that maybe
I'll have a fairytale ending
But I know I am doomed
To live in this hell
With my heart and soul imprisoned
In this cold little cell
goneyour fingers interlaced with minegone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the softness of your lips
the way our foreheads would rest against each other
the scars across your wrists.
your habit of chewing your bottom lip
and the way you played with your necklace when you were nervous.
your humming as you cooked,
the soft looks you sent me when you thought i wasn't looking.
i never realized their importance
until you were